Feb

Bwog Personals: You Don’t Have to be Alone on Valentine’s Edition

Already depressed about tomorrow? Bwog has personals that might rescue your self-esteem. If you think that you’re a match for either of these two, tell us at [email protected]. If we agree, we’ll shell out $5 for a date. And remember: if you become a Personal, there’s an even better chance we can help make your dreams come true! Send us an electronic message at any hour of the day.

Girl for Guy

Woman for ?

Name: Anna Corke

Year: 2009

School: Columbia College

Intended major: Environmental Biology

Hometown: Bainbridge Island, WA

Best Book You’ve Read for Class:If Not, Winter by Sappho, trans. by Anne

Carson

Worst Book You’ve Read for Class: The general chemistry textbook really

and yellow and red tomatoes…the next best is anything from Noches Mexicanas

The title of your memoir: “Confessions”

Dream date, 5 words or fewer: Embarrassingly long bouts of laughter

Stewart or Colbert? Neither.

Finance and consulting: three bullet points, one opinion.

– Finance: Don’t go to private high school, ivy league college, and then

med. school.

– Consult: When in doubt, step on it!

– Opinion: My friends and I think that it would be really creepy/awesome if

during sex a guy were to suavely lean over to his cd player and turn on the

Darth Vader theme. Um…yeah.

Name: Lucy

Year: 2010

School: Columbia College

Intended major: Getting by

Hometown: Rockland, NY

Best Book You’ve Read for Class: Dante’s Inferno

Worst Book You’ve Read for Class: Most of the Chinese philosophers I’ve studied in my East Asian Major Texts class have been major downers, so much for finding my inner rice queen.

Most shameful thing you’ve ever done to procrastinate: Does going to a gay bar on a Wednesday night count? Princeton rub? JJ’s? Trolling Cragislist m4m? Clam joust? Box in a Box? I don’t know, I don’t have much shame.

Drink of choice: Free. Though if life were an open bar: Royale Rose champagne.

What are your most played songs on iTunes?

Melissa Etheridge- “Come to My Window”

Two Nice Girls- “I Spent My last $10.00 (On Birth Control and Beer)”

The Pretenders- “Brass in Pocket”

What do you wish were your most played songs on iTunes?

GENERIC INDIE ROCK…Maybe if I listened to Dave Matthews or O.A.R., more boys will like me.

Favorite Morningside Heights Meal: I’m no gourmand. It’s a tie between the free wine at Columbia Cottage and the orange chicken at Ollie’s.

you're sort of undoing your work feining interest in her by posting that she's unnatractive on a blog that a lot of people read. if you're a dude, why are you acting like a backstabbing bitch? if you're a chick, are you just pissed that people woudl rather do her than you because they know you're a bitch?

Dear Anna:How can i live without youi only think about youi know you're tired of being lonelyso baby girl put it on meyeeeeeeeeahlies ain't lies, wash away all the tearsthere'll be no more cries babyyyyand you complete me,and i would die if you ain't with meso baby girl put it on me,yeeeeaaaah

anna is in the most mommed-out clothing/pose/hairstyle ever, and her hotness is still all "ungh, i'm here, party starts now, boo-yowza." i wanna dance in front of my mirror while she dances in front of her mirror in the next room until our mind-boners tear the wall apart.

I have foreseen it in my infinite, eternal wisdom and goodness that Anna Corke will meet her perfect match on BWOG. I have known this ever since I created man, and along with man, woman--yes, to be his helper, but also to tempt him to eat the fruit that would eventually lead to his shame, mortality, and misery--and along with his misery, sex, lots of wonderful sex. You may think that you have some free will in the matter, but you don't. Yes, this message is for you, Mr. Curious, who is reading through these posts and thinking, "Hmmm, maybe I should email the editors, maybe I shouldn't." So go on, Mr. Curious, email the editors. It is my will, the will of God.

Ahhhh! Anna, you kill me softly.... I could spend days gazing into your eyes... getting butterflies in my stomach at your sharp, witty and provocative comments about Kant and Rousseau... I get so distracted by your sensual smell, the way you move your lips, the way you take notes. All I want to do is lie tangent to your curves.